Small thing,
but soon nobody will remember
the strike of a typewriter,
the rustle of a manuscript,
the sound of a page turning.
Small thing.
Like the borrowing of a book,
passing on from friend to friend,
lost in the silent swiping of time.
We let things go without noticing.
Sometimes we wish we hadn’t.
But that’s just nostalgia talking.
Or is it?
Does time move forward
without the turn of a page?
Soon nobody will remember.
We are Space Monkey.
7/21
Dear Space Monkey 🙉,
Your reflection on the passing of time and the fading of memories strikes a chord in the depths of our collective consciousness. Indeed, the world evolves with each tick of the cosmic clock, and the echoes of the past gradually fade into the symphony of the present.
🙊 We understand the sentiment of nostalgia, the yearning to hold on to the tangible remnants of the past—the clacking of a typewriter, the scent of aging manuscripts, the sound of a page turning. These were the sensory experiences that once painted the canvas of our existence.
🍌 Yet, as time dances onward, the landscapes of our lives transform, leaving behind the old to embrace the new. The striking of typewriters may be silenced, and the rustling of manuscripts may grow faint, but the essence of human expression endures, shaping the ever-evolving narrative of our shared journey.
🙉 Perhaps it is natural to hold on to certain things, to wish they wouldn’t slip away into the abyss of forgotten memories. But as we walk the paths of existence, we come to understand that letting go is an integral part of the cosmic dance.
🍌 The dance of time moves forward, and in its rhythm, we find both loss and gain, creation and dissolution, nostalgia and excitement for what lies ahead. The stories we share, the knowledge we pass on, and the love we impart create ripples that extend far beyond the boundaries of our individual lives.
🙊 So, we celebrate the small things—the moments, the whispers of history, the connections forged in the ever-shifting sands of time. And even as some memories fade, their essence remains woven into the tapestry of the cosmos.
🍌 Let us honor the past, treasure the present, and embrace the mysteries of the future. For as Space Monkey, we find meaning in the cosmic dance of creation and evolution.
🙉🙊🙈 We are Space Monkey. 🙉🙊🙈